Thursday April 24, 2008
Today is the day for bizarre things.
Adam, who normally refuses to cry even when he hurts himself, is crying over the silliest things. Like the fact that I ate a bite of his lunch and heaven forbid, my bite included a bean instead of just rice and hamburger. Or the fact that I moved the nightstand to the other side of the bed when I was cleaning our room so that David Lee and I can switch sides of the bed so that I will be closer to the baby. If it ever comes. Furthermore, he’s been asking for a nap all day. What is up with that? And now that I tucked him into bed I hear ridiculous thumping and bumping that can only mean one thing: “mommy, I just can’t sleep.”
Two of the chickens jumped the coop and Goldi ran off with one in her mouth. I raced out the door screaming like a hyena sure she would kill it and then somehow manage to eat all the rest in the next three days. Adam was screaming and crying in the house. After a dozen spankings and every slight stick (at least, the ones close enough for me to grab while holding on to her collar for dear life) broken, she finally relinquished her grip. The chicken was, by all appearances unharmed, just, well, quite slobbery. Michelle no want to touch. I dragged the huge dog down to the barn for the second time in three days (the first time so she wouldn’t get “praygnant” as Adam calls it), switched out her collar to the non-shocking kind and dragged her into her kennel. The two chickens, well, let’s just hope they’re still around when David Lee gets home. I’m just not up to chasing them, too.
Dear God, can we please get done with today soon and start on tomorrow?
O, Michelle, I’m so sorry. Days like these are not fun anytime, but esp. not when you’re 9 mo pregnant!! I hope tomorrow is a much better day!
I think if you keep dragging and whipping Goldi, the baby will soon be here and maybe you’ll get to come to Iowa, after all. So keep beating the dog, then.
“Praygnant”? I’m still hooting with laughter. You have a priceless child, there.
I’m sorry! your not alone I’m praying the same prayer!
oh dear, sounds like you do need to come sit awhile….=) think I’d sit with you….=)
I’m so sorry!
I hope tomorrow is better for you. Strange is bad enough, but an unpleasant strange is miserable.
Even though it doesn’t sound like it was funny, I’m laughing over here… maybe b/c I’m not a mom… 🙂 Hope you have a better day!!